“sometimes life isn’t worth the pain. i’m going for a swim. goodbye, my love.” — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“But in the end, black can never be white, one plus one must always equal two, and Mara Lynn was a normal little girl.” — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“When he did think—when his brain began the slow chugging of rusty gears—the only thoughts that came were unspeakable things like, what’s the worst… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“She had a woman’s swagger at twelve-and-a-half. Hair: strawberry-blonde, and I vaguely recall a daisy in the crook of her ear. She was an… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“…girls were like poems: weird, incomprehensible and boring, but those “in the know” assured me that they were beautiful.” — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“94 was a good year to be twelve. Star Wars still had two more years as Box Office King, cartoons were still hand-drawn, and… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“William looked up... through his tears... past the catwalk and lights... past the sky... through the dark and clouds and stars and into the… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“most suicidal teens are different; they’re tempted to kill themselves. with me, i know i need to die; i should be killed for the… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“it was unmatched life experience that bestowed in her eyes the sultry gleam that separates women from girls. although she viewed her “life experience”… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“What’s so beautiful about girls?” I would implore. And the secret society of adults would reply with a smirk and wink as if I… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“The night seemed suddenly defiled by the absence of music, as if the silence itself was injecting a sickness that only another song could… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“sometimes life isn’t worth the pain. i’m going for a swim. goodbye, my love.” — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“Judge that boy if you must; for debauchery, for objectifying innocence... but before you finalize your verdict, oh innocent reader, I beg you to… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
“his stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes--grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed… — Jake Vander Ark Copy Share Image
